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My Lord in the highest of the heavens.
I hearken unto your voice Oh God.
My life is only mines if you alloweth to be.
I will stand far from evil now.
But my enemy's weapons are evil now.
And maliciouse. They set them before me.
I don't write out of fear, desperation, or to proveth your words.
For your words are words of power and love. Words of grace, strength and mercy.

Your words Are an everlasting power that overthrowes any other power.
Your power is great, Oh mighty God.
Your grace surrounds me now.
And I will never be able to comprehend all truth dear God.
I am asking you Oh father to guide me throughout the days ahead.
For the evil one seeks to cast me out of this world I was born into.
Your words are words of Gold. Gold I am not entitled too oh Lord.
Your Golden words are mighty in the heavens above.
Words proven overtime to be Just and Mighty, All Powerfull and Everlasting.
I will never doubth your protection against me oh God.
Save me from the fires of everlasting death. For I am not perfect.
Not called to be perfect but just to serve you mighty one.
For this world choses death as there protection from fear.
Except fear is fear. Fear of God is rightous fear.
Because fear is not fear except if that fear comes from the mighty fear giver above.
My Lord, Protect me oh father. My Life is filled with despair.
But I still prefer life given by you and not life from my people who care for me.
Your cross is covered with blood but my cross is covered with tears as you cried out to your father in heaven. I don't deserve your Blood. Not your Body. Just your thought.
I drink your tears as my protection. Protection from a swarm of bees flying in and out
of a place only sacred to your eyes. My eyes are eyes humbled to you and your word.
Offer me protection there father. I seek to give my enemies the opportunity to seek my eyes.
Eyes of humbling correction. Like eyes of the Great People in Red White and Blue.
Eyes filled with tears of joy, love and hope. But they see tears of sadness and fear.
Dripping on my clothes that belong to my people. My mother is not to be called my mother.
She is to be called my mentoire, helper, sister and friend. She will not see me suffer because of her imperfections towards me. There God of Moses, and the Israelites, that were brought out of slavery because they were of your choice. God bless the Israelites because they were chosen. For I adhere that they were the chosen people and I believe so oh Lord.
Jews I love with all my heart. For they were first chosen as your people oh Lord.
I admire there works and respect them. I know that I have to accept them like I would love myself. For they are the chosen people. So my love I would pour out to them there God.
By doing so I have accepted you into my heart. So true with everyone I meet in Life.
I serve my Lord first, then my family, not my family first as it is said in the Book of Life.
Then comes everyone else oh Lord. Oh Lord hear my whisper if you would allow it.
For I would always Praise You. There Lord let my whisper ripple through.

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